Your worst nightmare resides here. You will never have a moment’s rest, even when sleeping. When walking, is my shadow which will be chasing your footsteps.Dripping with sweat will cross over to the other Bank, but useless, because you will hear the echo of my sound in every fear with that crossing. Follow you under the specter of death and crawl up to the ends of the lacerating despair. As the most cowardly of worms, I will push the index finger on the trigger of the gun pointed at your neck under the heavy sound of the dark. In Brazil there is no room for regrets.